"Thank you, Mr. Smith," she whispered. "Love you."
Junior kicked again as the gold settled against her skin. Debi shivered and pulled Zach's hands down to cup her belly so he could feel the movement. "Both of us. Want to see how much?"
The food would keep until later. Right now all she wanted was him, and if that meant pulling him down onto the sofa instead of the bed when she kissed him senseless, that was fine.